I am a 31 year old woman living in central NY, but 5 years ago in Chicago, our son was born.
Unfortunately, for no known or predictable reason (I was even checked the day before I went into labor, and no one anticipated any problems!), he was born two months prematurely and with a blood disorder called hemolytic anemia further complicating the health issues of prematurity, so it was a few days before we could even reach into the little box keeping him alive, find some skin not covered with tubes, wires, cords, monitors, tape, splints and other apparatus, and touch what should still have been inside of me.
It was a week before we could hold him, a blanket tightly swaddled around him, trailing an umbilical cord of electronics that connected him to his new, acrylic womb. It was a solid month of time in the NICU before we could bring him home, even briefly, before his next inpatient stay at the hospital.